We went camping this last weekend, and since I am always tenting anyway we went camping in a tent. But don't worry, we didn't have to sleep on the ground or anything like I used to do back in the day - we were very much car camping just with a tent. So there were air mattresses, a distressing number of sleeping bags, and all sorts of stuff that makes it really quite pleasant. So anyway, fast forward to Sunday night and I am unpacking, and it is time to set up the tent. I always like to set my tent up before (didn't do it this time) and after we go camping, to clean it and let it air out and whatnot. When I set it up I could see that the grass hadn't been mowed for some time, and I thought "As soon as I set this damn thing up, he is going to come and cut the grass tomorrow." But I put it up anyway because the weather was supposed to be nice and the grass cutting guy always comes on the weekend.
|I might as well have set up the fucking thing like this.|
But regardless of what he decided, I was still a little pissed off at fate or whatever else caused those events to unfold in that manner. I mean, what the fuck's with that shit? All I wanted to do was set up my tent, now I am the asshole who got in the way of lawn mowing day. Come tomorrow when I take it down, I am going to have a big patch of long-ass grass right in the middle of my backyard, like I routinely take a dump there or something and the grass grows extra long. It is going to look absolutely retarded back there, where lots of people in the neighborhood can see, and everyone is going to wonder what the hell that is all about. All because fate had to reach down and bitch slap me for no reason whatsoever. Thanks fate. Thanks Murphy's Law. Thanks for making me look like an ass.